My Demon

Nora Lovely has always been unique in her own way, but she's not normal in the slightest. She sees things, and sometimes hears things. She always sees a man in these visions, and she is determined to find out who he is. She soon finds out that the man in her dreams is real, but according to history is long dead. She goes in search of answers, and soon is taken captive inside a house that belonged to this man known as Iron mansion. This house holds mysteries, and the man that owns it can answer all of her questions. She's walking amongst the Immortal, and some don't take kindly to who she resembles.

3. Lord Iron

I climbed the stairs slowly, and I was scared out of my mind. Maybe I shouldn’t have came here, I kept repeating that phrase to myself. It wasn’t working, and as I came to the end of the stairs I starred down a long dark hallway. I took a deep breathe as a voice came from behind me. “You again, didn’t I tell you to get off my property?” I recognized that voice, and as I turned around I was met by Jose Iron. I was speechless as we starred into each others eyes, and he reached out to touch my arm. I moved away in fear remembering what I had saw in my dream, but then what he had said hit me.

“Again, what do you mean again? I was never here until now.” He ran his hand through his hair, “No, you were on the shore once, and I.....” He trailed off and his eyes fell to the floor, and I wondered why he went rigid. I walked up to him placing my hands on his shoulder, and his eyes shot to mine. Something inside of me made me just want to comfort him, but I couldn’t do that. “You’re supposed to be dead.” He grabbed my hand in his whispering, “So do you Maria.” He dropped my hand turning and walked over to a covered painting on the hall. He pulled it off, and on the wall hung a huge picture of me.

I was speechless as I walked up beside him, “She looks just like me.” “The correct order is that you resemble her,” he looked so sad as he starred at the painting. “Who was she to you?” He closed his eyes, “She was my wife. She was so beautiful, so perfect, but then she was killed.” His skin turned pale and started to crack, and he turned to me and it all slowly disappeared. “You must leave now. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.” His request caught me off guard as he started to push my back down the hall. “There’s a problem with me leaving Iron.” We stopped at the front of the staircase, “What is that?” I turned to him smiling, “I can’t leave.”

He walked down to the door and I followed closely behind him. He grabbed the handle of the door, and opened it without any problem. “You may leave now,” he motioned his hand for me to leave. I walked toward the door, and as I exited the door slammed behind me making me jump. I turned to the door, and for some reason I felt sad. I walked toward my car, and I stopped in my tracks as I saw a woman approaching slowly. Her hair was long and jet black covering her face, and she was dressed in a long black robe. She lifted her head revealing red eyes, and a wicked grin spread across her face revealing razor sharp teeth.

“Sweet girl, come to me,” her voice was a low whisper. I started stepping back, and the woman’s smile faded. She moved so fast that I could barley see her, and she stood in front of me giving me a better view of her. Blood was dripping from her head, one of her eyes, and her mouth. Her eyes rolled in back of her head, and I screamed as loud as I could. I heard the door from the mansion open, and I turned to Iron emerging. I started running toward him, and as I made it to him I went behind him. He turned to me pushing me into the house, and the door slammed shut in front of me. I backed away to the stairs, and my mind finally went into focus.

I was sitting in a seventeen century mansion, talking to it’s owner who is supposed to be dead, and now there is something outside the house. None of it made sense, none of it did, but I couldn’t find fear inside my body anywhere. It was like I was here before, but I was positive that in all my dreams there was never this house in it. I ran my hand along the steps, and smiled as I remember running down there into Iron’s arms. I froze as I finished the thought, and I slowly lifted my hand starring at it. The door opened and Iron entered, and his locked on mine. I stood rigidly running my hand through my hair, “What the hell was that?”

My voice was shaking as fear rose in me, but he walked up to me. He touched my face, “Are you hurt in anyway, Nora?” He took my hand looking down my arm, “No, and how do you know my name?” His eyes shot up, “You told me remember,” “No, that was just a dream.” He looked me in the eyes, “No, those are called memory lapses.” I scratched my head trying to figure out what that meant, but failed in the process. “A memory lapse is when you can connect to the person that your past self knew. It’s usually happens when you’re not conscious.” “You didn’t answer my question,” I crossed my arms. He walked past me up the stairs, “That was a demon.”

“Wait, you mean like a demon out of the myth,” I followed behind him slowly. “Indeed it is, but not all demons are evil like you humans folklore has us to be.” He walked down a hall that I must have missed, and I ran up beside him. “What do you mean by ‘humans’? Aren’t you one?” He opened a door to a bedroom, “I’m a demon, but if I wanted to hurt you I could’ve done it already. You’ll be sleeping in here.” I looked at him as if he was stupid, “I’m not staying here.” He turned to leave, “Yeah, you are. So get comfortable.” I crossed my arms, “You cannot keep me prisoner in here.” He walked out the door, “I’m not, just not letting you leave. Big difference.” He disappeared into the darkness of the hallway, “I’m beginning to hate that guy already.”

Hearing someone tell me that demons existed wasn’t a surprise. I grew up around gypsies, so I had a strong belief in the spiritual and supernatural world. Jose Iron was some kind of demon, but as he said out folklore says that all demons are bad. He was kind in his very own way, but he also carried something with his. It was always a sadness that followed him, and each time he felt pain I felt it to. I wonder if he knew that, I wondered why I feel anger, love, and pain all at the same time. I walked up the open door starring into the darkness on the other side, “Who are you Maria.”